In the hospital room, Jonas Thompson had already been awakened by the noise outside.
He opened those murky eyes and stared at the ceiling.
Since the accident, he had been left here, attended to only by the caregivers at scheduled intervals, and nobody else paid him any heed.
Eve Thompson had come to visit just once after that day and had never looked at him again.
As for Emma Tonkin, she would come every day, sitting outside the hospital suite, sometimes drinking coffee, sometimes reading, quite contentedly.
But she never paid any attention to him.
For the past few days, he had been unable to speak or even express his thoughts, lying there like a person in a vegetative state, in pain and discomfort.
Time that previously seemed too short, that he wished he could split a minute in two to use, was now his greatest torment.
Every second dragged by so slowly and was so hard to endure... and he would have to live the rest of his life in days like these....
